After years of being treated like trash by boys, I thought were worth it, I’ve found someone who exceeds every expectation I’ve ever had on what a good man should be like. He didn’t ask me on a date within five minutes of talking to me and he didn’t make his attraction to me known. He approached me in a way I didn’t expect and swept me off my feet slowly without my noticing until I felt sky high.

This man quickly became someone I looked forward to talking to every day, someone I couldn’t wait to hang out with on the weekends, someone I confided in during my weakest moments and someone I could wholeheartedly call my best friend. I’ve always wanted a Jim and Pam/Monica and Chandler type of relationship, and now I have one. There are so many wonderful things about being in love with your best friend -- I couldn’t do my relationship justice, but I’ll share a few.

Your mutual humor is the basis of your relationship. You can’t have a serious conversation without one of you cracking a really stupid joke that makes the mood take a full 180, but you honestly don’t mind it.

Silence is rare. Conversation flows effortlessly even at 3 am when you both have your eyes closed waiting to fall asleep.

You appreciate each other at your worst and carry each other through your toughest times without having to fear that you’re “too much” or “not enough."

He doesn’t care that you snort obnoxiously every time he makes you laugh a little too hard, in fact, he thinks it’s adorable.

You’re comfortable stuffing your face in front of each other, (in my case eating all day after I run six plus miles) and you’re not sorry about burping in the middle of your sentence.

You have a built in Netflix binge partner and someone to share movie suggestions with, who will also expose you to some of the worst and best movies you’ll ever see.

Jam sessions in the car together aren’t embarrassing even if you’re the only one feeling the music. Especially when Justin Bieber drops an album.

Neck massages, back scratches and playing with your hair becomes a habit for him so you no longer have to ask. Thanks for that buddy.

The nick names you have for each other are so absurd but they’re unique to the ever so strange dynamic of your entire relationship. Nagini is not just the snake from Harry potter, and Eggnog is not just a seasonal drink.

Nobody understands your dynamic, but nobody needs to and that’s the best part. I’m lucky to be dating someone whom I trust with my life and someone whom I’m able to be the rawest form of myself with. I wouldn’t trade the weird looks we get from strangers when we walk around campus singing an acapella adaptation of "Baby Got Back," for anything in the world.